10-09-2002 Poem by rains of bloom

Its nice to know i'm not the only one standing here lonely
winter white crush around me
fur fire blaze, logs go to empty space
burning in the cold house alone.

outside the animal traps are buried
frozen so they are paralized to move
their teeth would be sharp, but they are unable to bite
so they become formless art.

inside i'm hallowed out
my heart's blood been running cold
i'm thrumming like a piano
but my strings are 2 tight, they bounce back
and break.